Ryan's P.O.V.
I sat back against the wall of my small room with my legs crossed, wiping the sweat from my brow to get a better look at the situation. The girl, whose name I still did not know, lay limp and quite unconscious in front of me, sprawled out across my bare mattress and clad in nothing but a few thick strips of cloth to cover her dignity. I'd had to undress the poor girl in order to find the various wounds along her body-there were many. It is a wonder that she'd survived at all with the size of the knots along her spine. Skin flared red along the stitches I'd had to administer along the hollow behind her ear, her right hip, and just above the back of her knee. Bruises began to develop along her body in both long and short impressions. With some warm water and a steel nerve, I'd been able to patch her up without much thought or feelings of sadness...
It was as I wrapped my thin, grey blanket around her mostly nude body, that I let myself feel anything. A wave of dread and anger washed over me, heating my body from my feet on upward until I felt as if I would set the room ablaze. My hands gripped the knees of my trousers, blood-stained nails digging into my kneecaps, as I forced back the emotional tears with the persistence that only a man of can display effectively.
I'd left her. I'd left her and that blasted old whore had beaten this poor girl to near death and dumped her in a back alley to be eaten by dogs! I could not fathom the possibility of what might've happened, had I not though to look in the park. The scourges of the earth felt like nobles compared to the way I loathed myself. Even more so, I'd had sully her privacy and undress the lass against her whim-despite it was only to give medical attention. Never the less, it felt wrong. Wrong and...intimate. Yes, I'd had my pick of the litter with many a harlot. No, many of them were not prostitutes and I'd kept a few for a period of time for company, or rather, until I'd become bored with them. I'd seen a variety of woman of all shapes and sizes, pleasured them in ways their future-or current- husbands never could. Yet, as I'd averted my eyes upon stripping the tawny skinned girl of her dressings, I'd never before wanted to turn back more. The though that I could not look set my nerves on high alert to every slight brush of soft, warm skin. Even her blood on my hands felt much too sacred for me to allow, I'd quickly rubbed them clean.
Many a times I'd inwardly flogged myself for the action of my eyes momentarily tracing the curves of her waist or hips, I'd had to literally pinch myself as my eyes wandered to the swell of her large breasts, her hardened nipples protruding through the white rags I'd tossed across them to stave off my own curiousness. Upon mending her back and leg wounds, I had pricked myself something fierce with the needle at the sight of her backside. God, she was magnificent. But as my hand found it's way to the top of her thigh, her breath hitched, her fingers twitching ever so slightly. This innocent and vulnerable display made my stomach coil with guilt as I'd pulled away to try and suppress the need straining against the buttons of my trousers. At that moment, I'd hated myself almost as much as I did the woman for doing this to her. And even that rivaled with my hatred for the woman I was remorseful to call mother.
Her midnight hair was tousled and,by the look of it, hadn't and blood in it. My anger and self hatred eased by a fraction as I gazed upon her slumbering face. Dark circles beneath her eyes gave away just how tired she'd been. And with her life, it's a wonder she had not collapsed days before. I thought back to the day I'd met her, my fingers pinching the fringes of my dress shirt to keep them from wanting to stroke the rosy skin of her open palm, mere inches away. She'd been so afraid, so guarded yet full of life. I'd fallen subject to her penetrating gaze even before seeing her persona, something uncommon for me. The girl was a wonder in herself, captivating me in and out of consciousness with little more then a fraction of a gaze or the tender, warm skin of her calve. Even her faint fragrance drew me in to the point where I clenched my legs together in denial.
Perhaps it was that I hadn't made a "conquest" in a few days. Yes, that definitely had to be it. I hadn't bedded and girls lately and so a virgin, a nude virgin in my bed has made me restless. All I had to do was go out and reacquaint myself with some old friends, The girl was napping and well, already beginning to heal. I'd be back before she roused and I'd be satisfied...yes...that's what I'd do. I looked upon the girl's sleeping face momentarily before quickly getting to my feet and sweeping out of the room, forgetting the need of my coat and heading to the home of one of my favorites. I would not even acknowledge the strange pang of guilt that welled in my gut.
"Ah, Ryan! I'd hoped to see you again soon. Come in, quickly!", the young woman beckoned me in, quickly and quietly closing the door before leaning back against the door and turning to me with that familiar grin. "So glad you came, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
I watched her bite her red lower lip, her cornflower locks lying flush against her pale shoulder and thin cashmere robe. It was late, yet she was still in full makeup. Perhaps she'd been expecting me? Her golden eyes took me in as I approached her, her soft robe falling around her ankles and my hands immediately finding her slender waist. She pulled me down into a soft kiss, the tenderness and slow pace angering me for some reason. Without a word, I picked her up and dragged her over to a nearby table, the expensive display being quickly knocked to the ground. She hungrily yanked my suspenders free of my trouser, undoing the fly quickly to free my already hard member.
"Oh, you have no idea how much I've needed this!", she groaned, wiggling her hips against my leg and leaning up to kiss my chest.
I growled, pushing her back down, "Don't wake your husband, Amelia.", I warned as she began to stroke me.
"That old crone can barely hear! I can be as loud as-Ah, God!", I silenced her with a quick thrust straight to her core, my cock instantly forcing her walls apart as I began a quick but rough rhythm. She grabbed my chest in an attempt to steady herself, ripping open the top of my shirt. A few buttons hit the floor before she could even gasp. I began to pound into her moderately-tight heat. She moaned wantonly, her legs splayed apart on either side of me and her small breasts jiggling delightfully.
I'd always been notorious for being an aggressive lover, my skills easily bringing both her and many others to climax fairly easily. Yet, I was not satisfied by merely this. I hadn't had enough even as her walls tightened around me. No, I was far from finished. I flipped her over onto her stomach and fucked her from behind with all of my might, disregarding everything but my own pleasure and climax as my hands imprinted bruises along the bones of her hips. I even forced away the notion of the girl I'd saved, taking that moment in time for myself and no one else. The table grated the pieces of fallen glass and priceless pottery into the wall, my grunts of exertion the only sounds to my ears whilst she screamed her head off in ecstasy. By the time the sun began to rise, I realized just how long I'd been at it.
"Amelia, are you alive?", I whispered, shaking her shoulder a bit rougher than I'd meant to.
"Mmmm..."
"Good.", I redressed and left quickly, assured that she would be cleaned up and back in bed before Sir Woodward awoke. Not that I really cared. She'd just been a good fuck, is all. It would just be a slight inconvenience. The early dawn chilled me as I made my way back toward the poorer part of the city, my shoes kicking up gravel along the way. And by the time I reached my house, my bitch of a mother was passed out in front of her door with her skirts up around her thighs and clenching a beer bottle. I tried not to gag as I ducked into my room, surprised to see that the girl was still in the same position as I'd left her and still very asleep. She must've been even more tuckered out than I'd thought.
Before I could help myself, I picked up her dress and lay it over her for extra warmth before curling up on the floor in the space between the mattress and the wall. Disregarding the familiar cold, I let sleep quickly take me before regret got the chance to.
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